And what was this about
A pale warm wind you would feel was heating
up the air
And then it would fade out
And speaking it out loud
With so many monsters do you think that it would
mean so much with one more being round?
Something always falls apart
On a cold and empty heart
I recall how it felt
The pain it was burnt into my back and i can always
i can always tell
That it wont happen twice
I might need some help but being just another monster
I take no advise
Just another stone in my shoe
I should have known
Bought size 52
cause this feeling is a lie
And its leading us wild
# 1999 Winn Nielsen